"Childbirth"

The joy of childbirth,
the beauty of babies,
the innocence of the newborn.
Spurting out of sweaty, gaping vaginas like machine gun bullets,
come forth wretched abominations,
screaming and writhing in confusion and stupidity.
They chew on your swollen, lactating breasts,
sucking your tainted milk,
vomiting acid and blood.
Maternal instincts accentuate your inexplicable link with this THING,
your little bundle of joy,
for whom you would disembowel your best friend,
and tear the arms off of another's child.
Insolent Hellspawn,
stealing your sleep and sanity,
ensuring the death of catharsis,
commencing eternal depression.
When the world ends,
your irradiated offspring,
will shriek as the soft, milky flesh is torn from its face,
and you will scream.